Oh yes. I work at a hotel. I could write a book.
“The TV doesn’t turn on!”
Try pressing the “on” switch, my dear.
“I smell chemicals! You clean with chemicals, don’t you?”
What would you like me to clean with? My ass sweat?
“There’s not enough towels!”
I’m sorry, one towel per person per day wasn’t enough? If you stay here next time, I’ll make sure to book you in the laundry room.
“Can you bring my luggage up to my room?”
Sure, as a matter of fact, why don’t you just hop onto my back, too?
“Can’t you charge less than that? There’s a $69 room down the street!”
Please, by all means, go sleep with the bed bugs and stop wasting both of our time.
“Why are you making me check out so early when I checked in so late?!”
I want you to get the hell out at check-out time because I have to clean up your mess for the next people and no one was stopping you pigs from coming here and making your filthy mess at check-in time.
The things I wish I could say sometimes, but I know you must be patient with customer service.